A Happy Home 2.5/?
Pairings: Rachel/Santana/Burt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Face fucking, slut shaming, a little power play between the girls, squirting, reference to a minor character’s death, reference to underage sex.
Notes: This is a continuation of Rachel/Santana/Burt from chapter 2, switching to Santana’s point of view.
Part 1 | Part 2 |
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Splayed out on her back with her legs spread wide, Santana watched Daddy fucking into Rachel, holding her up by the hips and slamming in, over and over. Against Santana’s thigh a hot gust of breath blew out as Rachel howled with pleasure.
“Get back to sucking, slut,” Daddy panted out and Rachel’s mouth searched out Santana’s pussy again, lips pursing around her clit.
Santana moaned at the feeling of Rachel’s tongue rubbing alongside the sensitive nub and grasped at the long dark hair strewn across her bare body. Eventually Santana‘s hands found the back of Rachel’s head, and she held on, trying to keep her roommate’s mouth exactly where she wanted it.
“Fuck, fuck. C’mon. OH. C’mon. There, there!” Santana grunted out and bucked up against Rachel’s clumsy tongue.
“Thatta girl,” Daddy praised and slapped Rachel across the ass with a resounding smack. Rachel’s hands scrabbled at Santana’s thighs, wrapping around them and pulling her closer.
Santana broke into a wicked grin as Daddy’s started going double time, pumping in hard and fast but her smile faltered when Rachel lost contact. She growled in frustration, only soothed momentarily as Rachel sucked in one of her outer lips, sliding her tongue along the underside.
“Don’t fucking tease me, just fuck me,” Santana snarled. She jerked Rachel’s head closer, smirking as the tip her roommate’s nose pressed against her clit. “Inside, inside,” she started to chant at the feeling of Rachel’s tongue playing at her entrance. Taking the instruction, Rachel’s pointed tongue dipped in and out, too fast and too light to give Santana what she needed to come. “Godfuckingdammit, just...” Santana thrust up off the bed, gripping Rachel’s head possessively, keeping her face pressed tight to her. “Stick your tongue out!” She demanded and moaned as Rachel followed her direction. “Uh! Keep it out, for fucks sake.”
“Fuck!” Daddy gasped out. “Fuck her,” he encouraged Rachel as his hips smacked up against her slippery skin.
Santana shivered, goose bumps breaking out along her skin. Rachel’s tongue stayed rigid, buried inside and Santana writhed on the bed, humping against it wildly. “More, more, more,” she begged, sounding desperate and hoarse while she continued to fuck Rachel’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck. There it is... Ahhhh!” Daddy groaned and fucked in to spray his come deep inside of Rachel while she whimpered and gasped against Santana’s pussy.
“Daddy...” Santana whined. She pouted as Rachel slumped down onto the bed, her fingers slipping down her toned stomach and patting against her swollen clit. “I didn’t finish. Help me?” She wheedled in a sulky tone.
Daddy sat back on his heels, reddened cock limp and slippery. He sucked in a few deep breaths and sighed as Santana dipped two fingers inside herself.
“Want it right here, Daddy. Please...”
“Show me how,” Daddy requested, smiling as Santana hiked her legs up to show off her pretty pussy.
Her joining the cheerleading squad years ago had been a blessing in disguise - she was super flexible, just the way Daddy liked. Not to mention how Carmel liked to keep their stars on the squad, even going so far as to purposefully flunk Santana and a couple others to keep them on the team. That too was a blessing, because still being a high school student meant that she could continue living with Daddy, even if she was twenty, but that was just the way she liked it.
“You gonna be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked her and got a whimper in response. Daddy clicked his tongue disapprovingly and shuffled forward, pulling her hand away and slapping her mound sharply as punishment. Santana wriggled on the bed, holding her thighs back and looking between her legs in surprise.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” Daddy held his palm over her, ready to slap her pussy again if she didn’t answer.
“Yes, Daddy,” she rushed out. “I’m always a good girl,” she said, batting her eyelashes demurely and quickly adding, “For you.”
Daddy crawled forward, easing himself down to the bed and taking up Rachel’s former position with his face right in front of her spread legs. He whispered against her sticky lips, “Yes, you are, baby. You’ve always been my sweet little girl, hmm?”
“Uh huh,” Santana panted out. Her fingertips dug into her supple thighs knowing that his hungry mouth would probably push her over the edge quickly.
“My very first special girl.” Daddy licked quickly from her hole to her clit but backed off before she could relax into his touch. “I remember the day I found you,” he murmured.
Santana’s own memories of that freezing night on the street came rushing back; her hiding under the seat of a bus stop, matted hair and torn jacket, months of being hungry and cold as fall had turned into winter. There wasn’t much she could remember from before that time, just glimpses of her fading mom and the dangerous looks from her uncles and mother’s boyfriend after they buried her. Santana had left that same night, wearing the first communion dress that her mom hadn’t lived to see and running away with only a backpack full of clothes, candy and the cash from the kitchen jar to her name. Two months later, Daddy had found her in that bus stop and took her home for a hot meal and a bath. He gave her everything in the years that followed and they became family, finally only sharing their bodies with each other after she’d started high school; when the nightmares wouldn’t stop and Daddy’s hugs were no longer enough to keep them at bay.
“Don’t let go,” Santana whimpered. “Please, Daddy. Don’t let me go.” She sighed in relief as his hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them to comfort her.
“Shh, baby girl. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s right here.” He nuzzled her bare mound before dotting light kisses over it and along the length of her outer lips. His tongue flicked out at her entrance in a tease. “You want Daddy here?”
“Mmm, please,” she pleaded, her hands running down his outstretched arms. “Please. Wanna come, Daddy. Make me come. Wanna come so bad.” His tongue plunged inside, making her catch her breath at the sensation while his thumb rubbed at her clit.
“Rach,” he rasped out. “Come suck Daddy.” Rachel’s head twitched, lifting off the bed from the heap she’d been left in. “C’mon girl, you did so good before.”
Rachel dragged herself to sit up. “Where--?” She asked with a frown.
“C’mere,” Daddy said, rolling away from Santana who grumbled in complaint. “That’s right, sit here.” He took Rachel’s hand and helped ease her to the floor and lean back against the bed before dragging Santana closer to the edge. “There you are,” he said with a smile, looking down at Rachel. “Nowhere to go.” He stood over her, crouching a little. “Tip up your head, baby. Let Daddy back in.” He held his floppy, sticky cock out for her to suck on. “Uh uh, no hands, slut.”
Santana moaned gratefully when Daddy leaned over both Rachel and the bed to get his mouth back on her pussy. Her fingers went straight to her nipples, squeezing and pulling, stretching them away from her body, sending tremors of delightful pain through her that were offset by waves of pleasure as Daddy tongued her clit. Santana bucked up against Daddy’s mouth, forcing his tongue to slip downward to taste her juices again.
From the floor, Rachel’s slurping noises had disappeared but her cut-off gasps and gagging had become ever present as Daddy kept thrusting down her throat.
“Need you. Need you, Daddy.” Santana drove her hips faster against Daddy’s tongue, wanting nothing more that to feel his thick cock filling her up.
Rachel let out a huge air-sucking gasp, her chest heaving as Daddy pulled out. He pushed and shoved at Santana, flipping her over and forcing her up onto her hands and knees before shifting his attention back to Rachel.
“Good girl, good girl,” Daddy said, pulling her up off the floor. He scooped Rachel up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. “Rest now, baby. It’s Tana’s turn.” Rachel flopped into the middle of the bed like a rag doll and Santana crawled over her to make sure she hadn’t lost consciousness.
“Rach?” Santana lightly slapped her cheek, smiling tenderly when Rachel let out a soft moan. “Hey, there you are. You were so good, Rach. The perfect little whore for Daddy.” Rachel’s mouth twitched into a smile as her eyelashes fluttered open.
“I did good?”
“You did so good, Rach. Got him rock hard for me.” Santana gasped as Daddy took the opportunity to ram into her sopping pussy in a single stroke. Rachel smiled softly in recognition and Santana stroked her cheek and wiped the spittle from her mouth. The moment was broken when Santana moaned dirtily as Daddy fucked her hard and fast, gripping handfuls of her hips and dragging her back onto his cock. She lost her grip on the bedspread, her arms faltering and she fell to Rachel’s chest. Beneath her, Rachel groaned groggily at the impact.
Daddy barely missed a beat, sliding inside Santana’s pussy from behind, his body smacking up against hers with every brutal stroke.
Underneath her, Rachel remained splayed out and unresponsive. Santana held her, mouth searching, licking her way to a toffee colored nipple and drawing on it, tongue flicking insistently. She moaned around the mouthful of Rachel’s breast at the feeling of the being full at both ends. She rubbed her tongue over her roommate’s stiff nipple and released the small breast, watching in fascination as the soft mound wobbled, her saliva glistening on Rachel’s tanned skin.
Santana squeezed around Daddy’s thick shaft pounding into her, rocking the bed, jolting her further up Rachel’s body. She bit down lightly on the tawny nipple, making Rachel whimper and a hand fly up to tangle in Santana’s long black hair. She teased the wrinkled bud between her teeth, switching up pressure to squeeze, clamp down and then suck. Rachel arched up under her with a cry, bucking like a weak foal while Daddy’s thumbs dug into Santana’s ass cheeks, spreading her wide. A drizzle of spit landed against her hole and a thumb followed, rubbing it in and around in unrelenting circles and Santana’s body reacted going limp as a burst of new pleasure seeped into her bones.
Daddy’s cock pulled out of her, but was quickly replaced by a pair of his thick fingers rubbing at the right spot inside her pussy. More spittle landed across his thumb still working at her asshole, sweeping around and around it. Santana nuzzled against Rachel’s tit, her core tightening as Daddy’s hands worked their magic on her body. Rachel moaned beneath her, grasping at Santana’s hair, directing her mouth back to her other nipple. Santana took the hint, suckling and licking as she started to lose control. Daddy’s mouth took over from his thumb, his wide tongue licking and rubbing over her hole.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she came, nursing from Rachel’s breast as Daddy’s fingers stroked inside her pussy. His tongue pushed its way inside her ass while her body jerked and shuddered. All sensation concentrated on the points inside her where Daddy continued to massage with his fingers and tongue. Her entire being compacted itself into a pinprick of light. The orgasm folding in on itself and intensifying until Santana cried out in relief as the feeling exploded and a surge of wetness flooded through her to soak Daddy’s hand and bedspread.
Santana let out a pathetic muffled cry against Rachel’s skin when Daddy’s cock slid back into her sensitive pussy. After squirting she was too weak to do anything other than to take him and they both knew it. She let him continue, her pussy still contracting wildly, forcing him out every time he plunged back in. After another grinding thrust, she moaned and released another spray of come, pushing him out and listening to it splatter against Daddy’s skin, feeling it when he slapped back into her. Daddy held her hips up as she melted against Rachel, his thick cock driving deep inside her over and over until Daddy finally lost it, shuddering against her thighs as he came too.
The three of them lay tangled together with Rachel in the middle, skin sticky, fingers stroking along arms and hips.
“You wanna sleep in here tonight?” Daddy asked. Both girls hummed and wriggled a little closer. Daddy chuckled. “We’re gonna need to get under the covers.”
Santana clicked tongue and rolled away, stumbling to her feet and tugging at the grubby bedspread as Daddy picked up Rachel. He waited for Santana to pull back the sheets before setting Rachel back down and climbing in after her. Santana grabbed a clean blanket and opened it out over the bed before settling back in next to Rachel.
“Oh,” Rachel let out a disappointed groan. “I haven’t called Finn.”
“He can wait,” Santana grumbled, her arm tightening around Rachel possessively. She waited for Rachel to struggle, knowing that she would.
“He really can’t. We always say goodnight, you know that.”
“Fine,” Santana groaned. She lifted her arm and let her climb out, watching as she left the room, knowing that it was unlikely she’d come back tonight.
“C’mere. I’m not going anywhere.” Daddy opened his arms and let Santana snuggle in. “You know it’s better this way.” He grinned as Santana huffed. He was right. Rachel would need someone after graduation, after leaving home and setting out into the world… And that wasn’t going to be Santana or Daddy. “I love you, my darling,” Daddy murmured while he pet her hair.
Santana shifted her head and gazed at him, smiling at his words. If Carmel High was going to let her graduate this year, she was going to have to do something different too. As much as she loved being Daddy’s little girl, she loved just being with him like this as well. As equals. She puckered her lips and planted a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere either.”
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Face fucking, slut shaming, a little power play between the girls, squirting, reference to a minor character’s death, reference to underage sex.
Notes: This is a continuation of Rachel/Santana/Burt from chapter 2, switching to Santana’s point of view.
Part 1 | Part 2 |
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Splayed out on her back with her legs spread wide, Santana watched Daddy fucking into Rachel, holding her up by the hips and slamming in, over and over. Against Santana’s thigh a hot gust of breath blew out as Rachel howled with pleasure.
“Get back to sucking, slut,” Daddy panted out and Rachel’s mouth searched out Santana’s pussy again, lips pursing around her clit.
Santana moaned at the feeling of Rachel’s tongue rubbing alongside the sensitive nub and grasped at the long dark hair strewn across her bare body. Eventually Santana‘s hands found the back of Rachel’s head, and she held on, trying to keep her roommate’s mouth exactly where she wanted it.
“Fuck, fuck. C’mon. OH. C’mon. There, there!” Santana grunted out and bucked up against Rachel’s clumsy tongue.
“Thatta girl,” Daddy praised and slapped Rachel across the ass with a resounding smack. Rachel’s hands scrabbled at Santana’s thighs, wrapping around them and pulling her closer.
Santana broke into a wicked grin as Daddy’s started going double time, pumping in hard and fast but her smile faltered when Rachel lost contact. She growled in frustration, only soothed momentarily as Rachel sucked in one of her outer lips, sliding her tongue along the underside.
“Don’t fucking tease me, just fuck me,” Santana snarled. She jerked Rachel’s head closer, smirking as the tip her roommate’s nose pressed against her clit. “Inside, inside,” she started to chant at the feeling of Rachel’s tongue playing at her entrance. Taking the instruction, Rachel’s pointed tongue dipped in and out, too fast and too light to give Santana what she needed to come. “Godfuckingdammit, just...” Santana thrust up off the bed, gripping Rachel’s head possessively, keeping her face pressed tight to her. “Stick your tongue out!” She demanded and moaned as Rachel followed her direction. “Uh! Keep it out, for fucks sake.”
“Fuck!” Daddy gasped out. “Fuck her,” he encouraged Rachel as his hips smacked up against her slippery skin.
Santana shivered, goose bumps breaking out along her skin. Rachel’s tongue stayed rigid, buried inside and Santana writhed on the bed, humping against it wildly. “More, more, more,” she begged, sounding desperate and hoarse while she continued to fuck Rachel’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck. There it is... Ahhhh!” Daddy groaned and fucked in to spray his come deep inside of Rachel while she whimpered and gasped against Santana’s pussy.
“Daddy...” Santana whined. She pouted as Rachel slumped down onto the bed, her fingers slipping down her toned stomach and patting against her swollen clit. “I didn’t finish. Help me?” She wheedled in a sulky tone.
Daddy sat back on his heels, reddened cock limp and slippery. He sucked in a few deep breaths and sighed as Santana dipped two fingers inside herself.
“Want it right here, Daddy. Please...”
“Show me how,” Daddy requested, smiling as Santana hiked her legs up to show off her pretty pussy.
Her joining the cheerleading squad years ago had been a blessing in disguise - she was super flexible, just the way Daddy liked. Not to mention how Carmel liked to keep their stars on the squad, even going so far as to purposefully flunk Santana and a couple others to keep them on the team. That too was a blessing, because still being a high school student meant that she could continue living with Daddy, even if she was twenty, but that was just the way she liked it.
“You gonna be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked her and got a whimper in response. Daddy clicked his tongue disapprovingly and shuffled forward, pulling her hand away and slapping her mound sharply as punishment. Santana wriggled on the bed, holding her thighs back and looking between her legs in surprise.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” Daddy held his palm over her, ready to slap her pussy again if she didn’t answer.
“Yes, Daddy,” she rushed out. “I’m always a good girl,” she said, batting her eyelashes demurely and quickly adding, “For you.”
Daddy crawled forward, easing himself down to the bed and taking up Rachel’s former position with his face right in front of her spread legs. He whispered against her sticky lips, “Yes, you are, baby. You’ve always been my sweet little girl, hmm?”
“Uh huh,” Santana panted out. Her fingertips dug into her supple thighs knowing that his hungry mouth would probably push her over the edge quickly.
“My very first special girl.” Daddy licked quickly from her hole to her clit but backed off before she could relax into his touch. “I remember the day I found you,” he murmured.
Santana’s own memories of that freezing night on the street came rushing back; her hiding under the seat of a bus stop, matted hair and torn jacket, months of being hungry and cold as fall had turned into winter. There wasn’t much she could remember from before that time, just glimpses of her fading mom and the dangerous looks from her uncles and mother’s boyfriend after they buried her. Santana had left that same night, wearing the first communion dress that her mom hadn’t lived to see and running away with only a backpack full of clothes, candy and the cash from the kitchen jar to her name. Two months later, Daddy had found her in that bus stop and took her home for a hot meal and a bath. He gave her everything in the years that followed and they became family, finally only sharing their bodies with each other after she’d started high school; when the nightmares wouldn’t stop and Daddy’s hugs were no longer enough to keep them at bay.
“Don’t let go,” Santana whimpered. “Please, Daddy. Don’t let me go.” She sighed in relief as his hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them to comfort her.
“Shh, baby girl. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s right here.” He nuzzled her bare mound before dotting light kisses over it and along the length of her outer lips. His tongue flicked out at her entrance in a tease. “You want Daddy here?”
“Mmm, please,” she pleaded, her hands running down his outstretched arms. “Please. Wanna come, Daddy. Make me come. Wanna come so bad.” His tongue plunged inside, making her catch her breath at the sensation while his thumb rubbed at her clit.
“Rach,” he rasped out. “Come suck Daddy.” Rachel’s head twitched, lifting off the bed from the heap she’d been left in. “C’mon girl, you did so good before.”
Rachel dragged herself to sit up. “Where--?” She asked with a frown.
“C’mere,” Daddy said, rolling away from Santana who grumbled in complaint. “That’s right, sit here.” He took Rachel’s hand and helped ease her to the floor and lean back against the bed before dragging Santana closer to the edge. “There you are,” he said with a smile, looking down at Rachel. “Nowhere to go.” He stood over her, crouching a little. “Tip up your head, baby. Let Daddy back in.” He held his floppy, sticky cock out for her to suck on. “Uh uh, no hands, slut.”
Santana moaned gratefully when Daddy leaned over both Rachel and the bed to get his mouth back on her pussy. Her fingers went straight to her nipples, squeezing and pulling, stretching them away from her body, sending tremors of delightful pain through her that were offset by waves of pleasure as Daddy tongued her clit. Santana bucked up against Daddy’s mouth, forcing his tongue to slip downward to taste her juices again.
From the floor, Rachel’s slurping noises had disappeared but her cut-off gasps and gagging had become ever present as Daddy kept thrusting down her throat.
“Need you. Need you, Daddy.” Santana drove her hips faster against Daddy’s tongue, wanting nothing more that to feel his thick cock filling her up.
Rachel let out a huge air-sucking gasp, her chest heaving as Daddy pulled out. He pushed and shoved at Santana, flipping her over and forcing her up onto her hands and knees before shifting his attention back to Rachel.
“Good girl, good girl,” Daddy said, pulling her up off the floor. He scooped Rachel up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. “Rest now, baby. It’s Tana’s turn.” Rachel flopped into the middle of the bed like a rag doll and Santana crawled over her to make sure she hadn’t lost consciousness.
“Rach?” Santana lightly slapped her cheek, smiling tenderly when Rachel let out a soft moan. “Hey, there you are. You were so good, Rach. The perfect little whore for Daddy.” Rachel’s mouth twitched into a smile as her eyelashes fluttered open.
“I did good?”
“You did so good, Rach. Got him rock hard for me.” Santana gasped as Daddy took the opportunity to ram into her sopping pussy in a single stroke. Rachel smiled softly in recognition and Santana stroked her cheek and wiped the spittle from her mouth. The moment was broken when Santana moaned dirtily as Daddy fucked her hard and fast, gripping handfuls of her hips and dragging her back onto his cock. She lost her grip on the bedspread, her arms faltering and she fell to Rachel’s chest. Beneath her, Rachel groaned groggily at the impact.
Daddy barely missed a beat, sliding inside Santana’s pussy from behind, his body smacking up against hers with every brutal stroke.
Underneath her, Rachel remained splayed out and unresponsive. Santana held her, mouth searching, licking her way to a toffee colored nipple and drawing on it, tongue flicking insistently. She moaned around the mouthful of Rachel’s breast at the feeling of the being full at both ends. She rubbed her tongue over her roommate’s stiff nipple and released the small breast, watching in fascination as the soft mound wobbled, her saliva glistening on Rachel’s tanned skin.
Santana squeezed around Daddy’s thick shaft pounding into her, rocking the bed, jolting her further up Rachel’s body. She bit down lightly on the tawny nipple, making Rachel whimper and a hand fly up to tangle in Santana’s long black hair. She teased the wrinkled bud between her teeth, switching up pressure to squeeze, clamp down and then suck. Rachel arched up under her with a cry, bucking like a weak foal while Daddy’s thumbs dug into Santana’s ass cheeks, spreading her wide. A drizzle of spit landed against her hole and a thumb followed, rubbing it in and around in unrelenting circles and Santana’s body reacted going limp as a burst of new pleasure seeped into her bones.
Daddy’s cock pulled out of her, but was quickly replaced by a pair of his thick fingers rubbing at the right spot inside her pussy. More spittle landed across his thumb still working at her asshole, sweeping around and around it. Santana nuzzled against Rachel’s tit, her core tightening as Daddy’s hands worked their magic on her body. Rachel moaned beneath her, grasping at Santana’s hair, directing her mouth back to her other nipple. Santana took the hint, suckling and licking as she started to lose control. Daddy’s mouth took over from his thumb, his wide tongue licking and rubbing over her hole.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she came, nursing from Rachel’s breast as Daddy’s fingers stroked inside her pussy. His tongue pushed its way inside her ass while her body jerked and shuddered. All sensation concentrated on the points inside her where Daddy continued to massage with his fingers and tongue. Her entire being compacted itself into a pinprick of light. The orgasm folding in on itself and intensifying until Santana cried out in relief as the feeling exploded and a surge of wetness flooded through her to soak Daddy’s hand and bedspread.
Santana let out a pathetic muffled cry against Rachel’s skin when Daddy’s cock slid back into her sensitive pussy. After squirting she was too weak to do anything other than to take him and they both knew it. She let him continue, her pussy still contracting wildly, forcing him out every time he plunged back in. After another grinding thrust, she moaned and released another spray of come, pushing him out and listening to it splatter against Daddy’s skin, feeling it when he slapped back into her. Daddy held her hips up as she melted against Rachel, his thick cock driving deep inside her over and over until Daddy finally lost it, shuddering against her thighs as he came too.
The three of them lay tangled together with Rachel in the middle, skin sticky, fingers stroking along arms and hips.
“You wanna sleep in here tonight?” Daddy asked. Both girls hummed and wriggled a little closer. Daddy chuckled. “We’re gonna need to get under the covers.”
Santana clicked tongue and rolled away, stumbling to her feet and tugging at the grubby bedspread as Daddy picked up Rachel. He waited for Santana to pull back the sheets before setting Rachel back down and climbing in after her. Santana grabbed a clean blanket and opened it out over the bed before settling back in next to Rachel.
“Oh,” Rachel let out a disappointed groan. “I haven’t called Finn.”
“He can wait,” Santana grumbled, her arm tightening around Rachel possessively. She waited for Rachel to struggle, knowing that she would.
“He really can’t. We always say goodnight, you know that.”
“Fine,” Santana groaned. She lifted her arm and let her climb out, watching as she left the room, knowing that it was unlikely she’d come back tonight.
“C’mere. I’m not going anywhere.” Daddy opened his arms and let Santana snuggle in. “You know it’s better this way.” He grinned as Santana huffed. He was right. Rachel would need someone after graduation, after leaving home and setting out into the world… And that wasn’t going to be Santana or Daddy. “I love you, my darling,” Daddy murmured while he pet her hair.
Santana shifted her head and gazed at him, smiling at his words. If Carmel High was going to let her graduate this year, she was going to have to do something different too. As much as she loved being Daddy’s little girl, she loved just being with him like this as well. As equals. She puckered her lips and planted a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere either.”
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